The Vampire Kiss Chapter Thirteen: Bloody Orgy

The Vampire's Kiss Chapter 13: Bloody Orgy by mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 The vampire Faust stared with fear at the priest. Father Augustine had changed in the time since they first met in the early hours of the morning. The priest was possessed by the demon Jezebel, Faust's patron, sent to protect him. Augustine's eyes bored into Faust's while the priest's hand gripped Lynette's black hair, working her mouth up and down his cock. Lynette was Faust's vampiress and lover. Her wanton moans twisted Faust's stomach. Her skimpy, black negligee, worn to please Faust, had hiked over the pale cheeks of her ass, revealing her fingers plunging into her hot pussy. She was willing. “Release my vampiress, Priest,” growled Faust. He blustered, but the old vampire knew better than to show fear. Weakness. Especially after seeing the reinforced doors of his office torn open by the supposedly human priest. “Now.” “Your woman was wet for my cock,” the priest answered, a mocking smile on his lips. “Fickle whore wanted a real cock.” Faust's jaw tightened as Lynette moaned again. The tangy of her pussy flooded the room as she orgasmed. Her juices squirted out of her cunt, splashing around her wrist, and staining the expensive marble flooring. “She is a slave to her lusts,” said the blonde slut standing beside the priest. “Like all women. And the Father's cock inspires.” Faust sneered. “Where are your other whores? Did you attend to Damien?” Is the threat against me ended? “He lives. If you can ...
call your kinds' existence living.” “Then why are you here instead of attending to the vampire?” “Things are different now.” Pleasure crossed the priest's face. He held Lynette's head on his cock. Lynette swallowed the priest cum, moaning in delight. Faust's enhanced senses heard every last blast of the priest's cum rushing out of his cock, the streams of jizz splashing into her mouth, the muscles working in her throat as she swallowed every drop, and the long, orgasmic sigh that rose from her depths. Humiliation smoldered in the vampire. My woman. “Explain, Priest,” Faust growled, pushing down his fear. He was beyond such weakness. He was beyond human frailty. Faust advanced. “Explain, Priest, why I shouldn't rip your head off for your effrontery.” This is my kingdom he treads upon, my subjects he uses. Lynette kept sucking as Faust stood over the priest. Her eyes were glazed with bliss, her fingers still fucked her dripping cunt. The priest stared up at Faust without fear. Father Augustine's blue eyes were a storming sea about to crash over the vampire and drown him. “Your perverse kind do not deserve to walk this world,” growled the priest. “You had your chance, Faust, but you have failed. You have caused this doom to fall upon you by your own actions. She is not happy.” “Jezebel?” swallowed the priest. Lynette moaned as she came again. “How can you provide her with her tribute when all those you've corrupted are dead by your own folly? You created Damien and provoked him.”
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